Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature. Those of you who are not comfortable with this kind of content, please note the warning placed in the body of the text.
Chapter 16 – Just Like A StarPercy lifted his wand, but the second before he disapparated Pansy panicked, she launched herself into his arms and they vanished together with a soft pop. As they reappeared in the centre of his darkened bedroom, they stumbled awkwardly to the side with the force of her tackle.
Regaining his bearings, Percy shoved her away. "Sweet fucking Merlin, Pansy, you could have bloody splinched us with that stunt. What the hell did you think you were doing?" he hissed at her viciously.
"I wasn't about to let you stalk away from me all hacked off with me for something I didn't even do."
"Something you didn't do? Are you kidding me? You were all over him. He was all over you. But that's what you wanted, isn't it?" he sneered mirthlessly, finally allowing his raging jealousy to boil over.
"What are you talking about? What I wanted? He kissed me!"
"Exactly. He kissed you. That's exactly what you wanted. What you've always wanted. Why we started this whole bloody joke of a plan in the first place. You wanted him to want you. Well now he does, so you should be happy… You should go to him. Go… Go on! Go get your prince." He snarled.
Pansy stared at Percy, utterly gobsmacked. She'd never seen him so volatile… so completely irrational. He was a mess.
After a moment's pause in which only the echoes of his strangled breathing broke the silence of the room, Pansy took a measured step toward him, and reached up to cup his face, "Percy."
"NO!" He swatted her hands away and took a step back. "Don't you dare touch me!"
"Please… just…" She pleaded, unable to keep the tremor from her voice.
"No!" he barked. "Get out! Now! Leave! No more! It's over…"
She blinked at him in shock, and felt her whole body seize up. The pain spearing through her chest was dizzying. He was ending it with her. He was ending it, and she'd never felt so desperate in her entire life.
"This whole stupid, bloody, fucking thing… It's over!" he continued to rant.
"NO!" she finally snapped.
"Excuse me?" he whispered, taken aback by her sudden show of defiance.
"No. I will not leave until you hear me out," she spat, jutting her chin out.
"What would be the fucking point in that?" he railed, finding his anger. "We both know you're in love with the ferret."
Pansy stilled completely, and a quiet kind of serenity stole across her face as she regarded him with wide, dark eyes. Yanked from his shortsighted rage by the unreadable, almost vacant expression blanketing her features, Percy became deeply alarmed by her uncharacteristic silence. In the next moment though, she flew at him, taking his face firmly in her small hands and pressing her mouth to his. It took Percy a good couple of seconds to register what was happening, but when he did the looming anger inside drove him to try and push her away.
Anticipating how he was going to react only moments before, Pansy had laced her hands to the back of his head, and so was holding him firmly in place. As he wrenched viciously at her arms to loosen her grip, they stumbled backwards, Pansy holding tightly to him until their entwined figures gracelessly slammed against the wall. The jarring impact broke the forced kiss, leaving them both panting from the exertion and eyeing each other wildly.
Pansy licked her lips slightly, instantly drawing Percy's eyes down to her mouth. He had no fight left in him, nor the will to deny how deeply he'd fallen in love with this woman. It wasn't a silly infatuation, or merely lust. He could finally own up to that. Sadly though, he also knew she'd eventually rip him and his heart to shreds.
Sensing his weakening resolve to have her gone, Pansy gently pulled his face to hers and captured his lips with a tender, searching kiss. Once she'd released him, she pressed her forehead to his and allowed the new tentative calm between them to settle. Percy then eased back ever so slightly with his eyes firmly closed, and let out a shuddering breath.
Pansy reached up and traced two fingers from his brow down along the side of his face to his lips. Loving jealous of her hand's journey, her eyes scanned over his features hungry to memorize each freckle… each flaw. Merlin knew how long he'd let her be this close or when she'd get the chance to hold him again. What she had deemed as unattractive and unsightly upon their first meeting, now had her heart squeezing painfully in her chest. He was so beautiful and boyish with all his odd quirks and little imperfections.
"Percy… I…" she whispered, trying to convey the depth of emotion wreaking havoc on her senses.
Releasing her arms and snaking his hands around her tiny waist, he pulled her flush against him, but hesitated. Pansy whimpered, her tone almost pleading, coaxing him to move past his uncertainty. At the meek sound, he brought his lips crashing onto hers, instantly begging to deepen the kiss. Pansy opened to him willingly and wrapped her arms about his neck, running her hands through his hair, driven to commit the feel of him to memory.
After what could have been only seconds, minutes, or maybe hours, of this mind-numbing dance, their increasingly desperate clawing and fumbling became inadequate, unable to match the mad building need. Percy pushed her back against the wall and roughly pressed the full length of his body into hers. In a blind search for skin he'd only ever dreamt of touching, he coursed his right hand down over her hip and thigh until his fingers danced along the precarious slit in her evening gown. Without a moment's hesitation, he slipped his hand beneath the soft fabric of her dress and smoothed his palm over her bare thigh. She sighed into his mouth at the welcome possessiveness of his touch.
"Fuck, you're soft," he mumbled against her lips, before reclaiming them.
He moved his hand around her leg to grasp her thigh more fully, then pulled her leg up and towards him as he ground himself against her. Pansy tore her mouth away, and let her head fall back against the wall, moaning out a soft, delectable "yes" at the feel of his hard length pressed so intimately against her. Seeking more of that contact, Pansy hopped up and wrapped her other leg around his waist, forcing him to take her weight completely in his hands. To compensate, Percy pushed her more firmly against the wall and recaptured her lips, driving his tongue into her mouth and cajoling a soft sigh from her.
As their tongues caressed and played together in flirtatious intoxication, Percy let his hands stroke down then up the length of her thighs clenched tightly around his midriff, and she contentedly hummed her approval into his mouth. He pulled his lips away from hers and reveled in the vision of her so close and breathless… lips full and swollen… eyes clouded with want… lit only by the light filtering through his bedroom window.
This momentary pause prodded a soft whine from Pansy, protesting the loss of his touch. She pulled her bottom lip with her teeth and eyed his mouth in unabashed lust. With sudden force, the burning need to possess her… envelop her completely… rampaged through him and, growling in frustration, Percy reclaimed her mouth, moving them away from the wall. Awkwardly pivoting around, he considered his options through the lust clouding his mind. There was the bed, but the desk was a hell of a lot closer.
Blinded by her searing kisses and the soft play of her tongue over his, Percy clumsily tripped his way towards where he knew his desk to be. On their short but treacherous journey from the wall to the desk, it dawned on Pansy that she had never really felt anything but his face in their various encounters. The realization made her determined to get beneath his clothes as quickly as possible. By the time he had reached out and tentatively felt for the hard wooden surface, she had divested him of his cloak and was working his dress shirt out of his trousers.
As he deposited her safely onto the desktop he kissed her with a rekindled focus and need, clutching at her fiercely. Pansy's hands stilled on the third button of his shirt as her mind went into sensory overload. The demands his mouth and hands were imposing on her were numbingly euphoric. Quickly regaining herself though, she fisted Percy's shirt in her small hands, and foregoing the rest of its buttons, pulled the edges apart roughly. As these same buttons scattered to the floor, victims of her impatience, Pansy latched her mouth onto Percy's now fully bare chest.
Spearing his hands into her hair as if to hold her in place, he let his head fall back slightly in mindless bliss, savouring the feel of her teeth nipping at him… her lips and tongue soothing him… her hands running the course of his body. As she continued to devour every inch of bare flesh available to her, Pansy smoothed her palms up and down his sides and over his back, relishing how incredibly soft and supple his skin felt under her palms, like cool satin.
She dragged her nails over his back as she brought her hands back around to his chest, wrenching a startled gasp from Percy, followed by the rumble of a groan. Pansy pulled away from him and marveled at the play of her fingers over his lithe abdomen and chest. Percy released his grip on her hair and traced his hands down her back, urging her closer to him.
As her hands traveled up his chest, her eyes followed their journey until they became distracted by the nearness of his lips. Inching closer, Pansy pressed her palms around to the back of his neck and reeled him in for a searing kiss. As the connection flourished and deepened, she released her hold and smoothed her hands over his shoulders, forcing his shirt down his arms.
Releasing her waist at the persistent tugging of his shirt, Percy wrestled to free himself, and as the offending material finally fell to the floor, he wrapped his left arm tightly around her and buried his right hand in her hair, scooping her closer. The renewed need and burning aggression of his hands and lips had her mind spinning, and Pansy felt her presence of mind slipping away again. She had to get control of herself.
Placing her hands gently on his chest, she eased him away, and whispered hoarsely, "Stop… Please."
Percy froze. Had she come to her senses? Had she realized this encounter was not what she wanted? That he wasn't what she wanted?
"Yes?" he managed, fear lacing his voice.
"Can we…" she panted. "Can we move this to the bed? The desk is lovely and all, but I think there's something sticking into my back, and I'm not quite partial to being run through with a stray letter opener."
A low chuckle rippled through Percy, and he simply couldn't resist. "Understandable," he breathed against her lips, "is there something else you'd prefer in place of said letter opener?"
Leaning away from him slightly, Pansy's mouth fell open and her eyes widened in shock and, for the briefest of moments, Percy regretted his suggestive comment. With a sudden shift though, her eyes became hooded and a naughty smirk twisted her lips. All at once, she grabbed the waist of his trousers and wrapped her dangling feet around his thighs, pulling him to her roughly.
Her fingers teasing at his belt she purred before retaking his lips, "now that you mention it…"
A/N: Warning: So this is where it moves into more explicit material. If you're not comfortable with that, please skip forward to the next A/N.
Without pulling away from him, Pansy made quick work of his belt buckle and zipper, and inched her hands inside the confines of his trousers. In one fluid motion his trousers were off his hips and around his feet. As she smoothed her hands over his arse and squeezed him closer, Percy broke from her lips and cried out sharply.
"Pansy… I need… We need…" he panted desperately.
Releasing him, Pansy slipped off the desk, and leered up at him like he was a tasty tuna morsel and she was a hungry cat. That look sent a shiver of anticipation up Percy's spine and he had to swallow back a nervous laugh. He shuffled back slightly as she advanced on him, kicking off his shoes and freeing himself of his pants in the process.
Gracefully stepping over the pile that was his forgotten trousers and shoes, Pansy placed her palm on his chest and with a gentle shove, resumed his progress toward the bed. When the backs of his legs finally hit the mattress, Percy sat with a great thud, his gaze remaining devotedly fixed on her face.
Pansy slowly reached behind herself with both hands, a sensuous awareness pouring off her, and eased down the zipper of her gown. With very little to hold it in place, her dress slipped easily off her body and pooled around her ankles.
Percy's gaze ran up and down her soft curves, and his throat went completely dry. "You… Pansy, you're not wearing…"
"A bra? Yes, I know," she spouted proudly, "didn't go with the dress, and I simply refuse to…"
Pansy trailed off when it became clear that the man seated before her was no longer listening. Percy's eyes had glazed over as he sat mesmerized by the perfect Venus before him. Thoroughly entertained by his spellbound expression, Pansy edged closer and took his face in her hands.
"Percy… Percy," she called to him in a singsong voice.
"What? Hm? Yes?" he stammered, still greatly distracted by the smooth expanse of alabaster skin mere inches from his face.
"They're only breasts, love." She giggled lightly.
"No. No, they're not." He mumbled, his hands finding their way to the back of her legs and over the swell of her bottom as his chin lowered and his eyes returned to the obvious focal points.
"Then what are they?" she asked, ribbing him lovingly.
"Perfection." He blurted out then looked up earnestly into her eyes.
A few apprehensive seconds ticked past as they regarded each other. Out of nowhere, Pansy pushed his shoulders roughly, sending him flat on his back on the mattress. She then jumped onto him, straddling his waist, and planted both hands on either side of his head.
"And what about now? How do they look now?" she taunted.
He looked down slightly and took in how those glorious globes hung so near he could almost taste them. Without warning, he rolled her onto her back, and pressed himself along the side of her body, propped himself on his right elbow.
Tracing a solitary finger between the valley of her breasts, Percy murmured, "delicious."
Laughter bubbled quickly out of Pansy, and Percy couldn't help the shy, quirk of a smile that teased his mouth. He cupped her right breast gently in his hand, and ran his thumb over her already erect nipple. Pansy gasped and arched off the bed, pushing herself further into his hand. Unable to resist, he leaned down and captured her taut nipple between his teeth before swirling his tongue soothingly around its areola. Pansy grunted loudly and her hands shot into his hair grasping large fistfuls.
Suddenly, Percy disengaged his lips, and cursed just under his breath, "bugger!"
As he began to move off her, she grabbed his forearms before he could leave her altogether. "What's the matter?"
"I need my wand." He muttered, a blush of embarrassment stealing its way over his features and across his chest. When she cocked a questioning eyebrow at him, he flushed even further under her scrutiny. "I need to cast a contraceptive charm."
"Oh," she sighed, releasing the breath she was holding, "don't worry yourself over that. I take a potion."
"What?"
"I take a monthly contraceptive potion. There's nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure?" he asked, hesitating slightly.
"Yes, quite sure." She reassured him as she slid her hands up his arms and over his shoulders.
"Is it strong enough though? I mean… I am a Weasley," he asked in all seriousness, although her touch was lulling him back onto her regardless.
"Yes, you certainly are." She smirked playfully as her hands continued their journey down his chest, and over his abdomen to caress and tease at his hips.
Almost with a mind of their own, Pansy's fingers slipped past the barrier of his boxers. The moment her hands came into contact with his hard length, Percy groaned deeply, his eyes fluttered shut, and he thrust instinctively toward her touch. Pansy tittered at his reaction until he covered her mouth with his own in a hungry, bruising kiss, turning the sound into a guttural moan.
Pansy released him and forced his boxers down over his hips as far as she could manage. Digging his right thumb under the elastic, Percy pushed them off the rest of the way and mindlessly kicked them to the floor. Moving up her body, he paused at her smooth stomach and caved in to the desire to taste her skin again. He clasped onto her slim waist with both hands and proceeded to nip, lick, and kiss her belly, taking his time to memorize everything about the moment. The taste, smell, and feel of her.
Pansy groaned at the slow, beautiful torture he was inflicting on her, and staved off the temptation to take handfuls of his hair and move his face lower. No matter how far they went this fateful night, they weren't quite ready for that just yet. At least she wasn't. For some reason or other, she'd always considered that particular act one that required the utmost trust between lovers - even more so than intercourse itself.
Releasing his grip on her waist, Percy hooked his fingers into her knickers and glanced up her body to her face, searching for approval. She raised her head and met his gaze evenly. Biting her lower lip, Pansy lifted her hips off the bed slightly, and he slowly pulled the lacy scrap of material down over her smooth thighs, past her knees, and along her firm calves. From the end of the bed, he stared at her, speechless, still clutching her knickers in his hands. The sight of her now totally naked and stretched out on his bed, as if beckoning him, was better than any fantasy he'd come up with to date. None of them could even compare to this vision.
Shaking his head a little to bring himself out of the daze, he tossed the knickers aside, and smoothed both hands up and down her calves still mesmerized by the sight of her. Pansy sat up onto her elbows, huffing a little in frustration.
Crawling up her body, he smirked to himself, 'a little impatient, are we?'
As he slowly continued along his journey, he deposited the odd worshipful kiss here and there… her left knee… her right hipbone… the valley between her breasts… until he was hovering above her on his hands and knees.
They regarded each other closely until she, lifting her elbows off the bed, cupped his face and kissed him deeply, simultaneously easing herself back onto the bed and pulling him with her. Allowing his arms to give way at her insistence, he nestled his body into the cradle of her hips, and positioned himself just at the lips of her sex but seemed to freeze.
"Percy, what is it?" she asked gently, smoothing her hands down his back.
"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked, the need to blow any doubt clean away.
"Percy, I…"
Was she seriously going to say what was on the tip of her tongue? On the one hand, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. But on the other, what if he rejected her? Could she handle that again?
She took a steeling breath and released the words in a steady stream, "I love you."
He stared at her blankly for what seemed to Pansy like an eternity, and then blinked quickly and looked down.
Pansy's heart sank with dread, and she felt a knot of emotion twist itself tightly in her throat. The three times in her life she'd said those words to a man, it had gone over with all the levity and joy of a lead balloon. This, her fourth time and the only occasion on which she knew she truly felt it, seemed to be no different. Was her love really that distasteful?
The sound of his voice pulled her from her troubling thoughts. "You've ruined me." He murmured softly, a deep crease of consternation marring his brow.
"I beg your pardon?" she asked, thrown by this statement.
"I… I'll never want to hear that from another woman for as long as I live."
At this unexpected turn, unshed tears stung at Pansy's eyes, and she released a relieved giggle. They weren't the words she was hoping for, but they were by no means unwelcome. "You're a silly man," she tittered, her voice thick with the swell of emotion that had almost overwhelmed her.
"But you love me, right?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes, I love you," she reassured him once again, rejoicing in the fact that he at least seemed pleased with the revelation.
Grinning widely, a look Pansy had rarely seen pass over his face, Percy leaned in and playfully claimed her mouth with his own. As she returned his fervor with equal affection, their kisses quickly grew more intense and needy. One action leading to the next, he began to press into her, and she hissed sharply against his lips. It had been some time since she'd last been with a man, and he was larger than she was accustomed to.
At hearing her exclamation of pain, Percy stilled his movements completely. "Are you all right?" he whispered.
"Yes, just… go slowly," she managed tightly.
Percy gave a small nod, and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before inching himself deeper, listening intently for any indication that he should stop. It was an exquisitely agonizing kind of pleasure to feel her clenched so fiercely around him. Percy had to fight every instinct he had to simply drive into her. Once he was fully ensconced, Pansy released a small groan of discomfort and wriggled a little to adjust to the size of him.
Feeling the tension in her body finally ease, Percy propped himself up on his elbows to relieve her of some of his weight, and gazed down at the beauty that was beneath him… that surrounded him. He still couldn't quite believe what was happening.
"I know I didn't say it before," he began softly, "you kind of surprised me you know. But… but I do love you… more than anything. You know that, right?"
After this awkward admission, the look in her eyes… a look that echoed everything he was feeling in that moment… made Percy's throat constrict painfully. With his right hand he brushed his fingers over the path of tears that had streamed from the corner of her eye. He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her lips before puling away.
"You're a silly man," Pansy finally offered in a trembling voice.
"…who loves you dearly." He finished for her.
They lay there entwined, staring at each other silently communicating worlds of devotion and adoration that knew no vocabulary.
Unable to hold back, Percy leaned in again and kissed her deeply, trying to relay just how much he worshipped her through that one kiss. Without thinking, he withdrew himself and pushed back into her, and a moan of a much different nature tore from her lips.
And so it went. As their lovemaking became more aggressive and punctuated, they simultaneously broke their fevered kiss – their laboured breath mingling in an invisible dance – and their eyes locked in a feral connection, which only served to fuel Percy's tempo.
Needing him to go faster still, Pansy grasped and clawed at his hips, trying to pull him further into her. As if taking this as his cue, Percy wrapped his right hand around her left thigh and pulled her leg higher. Due to that simple shift, he sank into her even deeper on his next thrust, and both groaned with unmitigated pleasure, stilling momentarily to enjoy the intimacy. Percy dropped his forehead into the pillow next to her head and latched his mouth onto her shoulder, while Pansy moaned loudly, savouring the sensations coursing through her.
At the sound of her voice, something in Percy snapped, and without warning, he placed his left palm firmly on the mattress, and lifted himself off of her slightly. He then burrowed his right hand underneath her bottom between her and the bed, and with this new leverage, began to drive into her with an unwavering need for completion. Pansy's arms shot out to either side, grasping at the bed sheets to brace her body for the heightened pleasure it was receiving, and she began to ramble incoherent words of praise and encouragement.
With him now pulsing into her so deeply and with the added pressure these accentuated thrusts were creating against her clit, a powerful orgasm loomed over Pansy like a hot tidal wave ready to crash. It was a divine torture hanging on the edge of this precipice. With one final snap of the tightly wound coil in her centre, Pansy inhaled deeply, throwing her head back into the pillow and arching up off the bed as wave upon wave of pleasure flooded her system and drowned her senses. Her hands shot off the bed, and landed firmly on his back, and as she clawed viciously at his shoulders, unaware of the marks she was leaving, she mewled his name through desperate pleading gasps.
The feel of her contracting and shuddering around him, as well as hearing her call to him so feverishly, was too much for Percy's addled mind. His movements became erratic and jerky as he felt his own climax surging within him. After only three or four more thrusts, a strangled cry tore from his lips and he came hard, spilling himself inside of her.
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A/N: It's safe to join back in now ;D
Two hours and several bouts of wanton lovemaking intermingled with brief spurts of panting stillness later, Pansy collapsed breathless on top of Percy in a heap, her cheek pressed heavily against his sweat-covered body.
The feel of his chest rising and falling as he gulped for air brought the evening's exploits back to Pansy in a flash, and a delicious, sated smile curled her lips. With great effort, she lolled her head up and gifted a savouring kiss to his chest before fatigue won out, forcing her to fall back onto him exhausted.
"If you ever… try to tell me again… you don't know how to… to satisfy a woman, I'll hex you into oblivion." Pansy finally panted out between laboured breaths.
A warm, full laugh rumbled through Percy, that Pansy felt more than heard. He released his tight grip on her hips and weakly flopped his arms around her – one hand landing roughly in her hair while the other limply went to rest in the small of her back.
"So, it was all right then?" he asked playfully.
"Brilliant. But if anyone asks, I'll tell them you're shit."
Percy instantly tensed at her words. Sensing his confusion, Pansy arched up to regard him, and murmured. "Wouldn't want to give those other hussies any ideas, now would I?"
"Other hussies?" Percy barked with laughter, thoroughly entertained by her skewed reasoning.
As he speared his right hand further into her hair, he leaned up and claimed her lips in a devoted, affectionate kiss, which she accepted happily. Reluctant to pull away but unable to hold the position, Percy let his head fall back to the pillow in a contented sigh and Pansy rested her cheek once more against his chest, listening intently to his steadily slowing heartbeat.
Realizing suddenly that she must be crushing him, Pansy began uncertainly. "I'll… I'll move in a moment, if that's all right. I just want…"
"Stay." Percy cut her off, folding his arms possessively around her.
Pansy, beyond happy with the position, nestled into him and hummed out a light sigh. After several long minutes, Percy felt her breathing slow and even out, signaling that sleep had finally claimed her, and the swell of pure joy enveloping him surpassed anything he'd ever felt before. Although he was absolutely spent, he wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon, nor did he want to.
A/N: Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I had planned on having it out sooner, but life got in the way.
gingerale22: I know the twins didn't make an appearance in this chapter, but they will be back :D
kalira: Chapter 15: I've always felt the twins' pranks were rather cruel. I wanted to show it from someone else's perspective.
Chapter 14: Yeah right, going to sleep... lol. Congrats on the moving in. I foresee a lot of fun in your future :)
Miss Anthrope: Oh, it's not a Draco/Ron pairing. All the hints at who it is are there though if you look hard enough.
stoneofpurity: lol. I still love "swellage". lol. Fred and George can be rather cruel, can't they. And yes, what is going on with Harry and Draco. MWAHAHAHA!!!!
Avanell: As you can see, he wasn't impressed. lol.
anonymous: thank you :)
charma10: I can definitely see what you like about Ron/Pansy, but to be honest, I think Pansy and Percy have more in common. They're both driven and ambitious, and aren't above conniving to get what they want. I hope that was enough of a shag for you ;D
miss Jane Poltergeist: I can't agree with you more. There is definitely not enough Percy/Pansy out there. Thank you so much for the wonderful review :) And your English is just fine. Absolutely no worries.
IHeartMCR: Thank you so much. You actually made me blush this time round.